I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir--but I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brave man will have made them a little braver.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

(Suicide) takes some doing, with maybe pain and maybe hell.

No story has power, nor will it last, unless we feel in ourselves that it is true and true of us.

Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.